Connor
"Mate, are you okay?" The door to the bathroom opened revealing Henry who looked half amused with a small fraction of worry. His eyes scanned the room before landing onto me as I held onto the vanity trying to clear my head and forcing away the sick.
He blinked before full concern was the only emotion on his face, "what happened? Are you sick? You've been gone for a minute. Everyone got worried."
I let out a sigh and rubbed my forehead suddenly feeling extremely hot. "I don't know. I think it's the chicken."
He smacked his lips together, "should you get a car to take you back to the hotel? You look like shit, mate."
